"I don't know what your eyes do to me," she admitted as they stepped inside, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and amusement.
They stepped inside, the door shutting softly behind them.
The house was quiet, the air still and undisturbed.
"No one's in," Syrla noted, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.
It was exactly as she expected, no interruptions, no distractions.
Just the two of them.
She turned to Alex, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.
"Now…" she drawled, taking a deliberate step closer.
"Where were we?"
Her golden eyes locked onto his, the same hunger from before rekindling as she reached for him.
Alex didn't hesitate.
He reached out, grabbed Syrla's arm, and yanked her toward him with a firm but controlled pull.
She gasped softly as she collided against his chest, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders.